The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1887-09-07


what will you do with your mothers
prayers, with your wifes opportunities,
with your sisters entreatiess What viii
you do with the letters they used TO write
to you, with the memory of those DAYS
when they attended you so kindly in
times Of sicknesss Oh, If there be just
one strand holding you from floating off
ON that dark sea would just Ike this
morning to take hold of that strand and
pull you to the beach. For the sake Of
your wifc's God, for the sake of your
mothers God. for the sake of your
daughter God, for the sake of your sis
ter's God. come this day and be saved.
Lastly: / wish to say that one of the
specific rights of woman l., through the
grace of Christ, finally to reach heaven
o, what multitude of women in heaveni
Mary, Christ s mother, in heaven; Eliza
beth Fry in heaven; Charlotte Elizabeth
in heaven; the mother of Augustine In
heaven; the Countess of Huntingdon
who sold her splendid jewels to build
chapels-in heaven; while great many
others who have never been heard of on
earth, or known but little, have gone
into the rest and peace Of heaven.
What a rest. What a change it was
from the small room, with no fire and
one window, the glass broken out, and
the aching side, and worn out eyes, to tbs
'.house of many Inansions.' No more
stitching until IL O'Clock at night, no
more thrusting of the thumb by the en-
ployer through the work to show it was
not done quite right. Plenty of bread al
| last. Heaven for aching heads. Heaven
for broken hearts. Heaven for anguish
bitten frames. No more sitting up until
midnight for the coming of staggering
steps. No more rough blows across the
| temples. No more sharp, keen, bitter
curses. Some of you will have no rest in
this world. 1t viii be toll, and struggle,
and suffering, all the way up. You viii
| have to stand at your door fighting back
| the wolf with your own hand, red with
carnage. But God has crown for you.
l want TO realize this morning that he is
| now making it, and whenever you weep
a tear he sets another gem in that
| crown; whenever you have a pang of
body or soul he puts another gem in
that crown, until, after a while, in
all the tiara there will be no room for
another splendor, and God viii say TO his
angel: 1.-The crown is done; let her up
| that she may wear 1t. And as the
Lord of Righteousness puts the crown
upon your brow, angel viii cry to angel:
WHO is she:'' and Christ will say: Il
will tell you who she is. She is the one
that came up out of great tribulation,
and had her robe washed and made
white in the blood of the Lamb And
then God viii spread banquet, and he
will invite all the principalities of heaven
to sit at the feast; and the tables will
blush with the best clusters from the
vineyards of God, and crimson with the
twelve manner of fruits from the Tree of
Life; and waters from the fountains of
the rock will flash from the golden tank
ards; and the old harpers of heaven will
sit there, making music with their harps:
and Christ will point you out, amid the
celebrities of heaven, saying: She suf-
fered with me on earth, now we are go
ing to he glorified together. And the
banqueters, no longer able to hold their
peace, viii break forth with congratula-
ton: Hail, hail!'' And there will be
handwritings on the wall-not such as
struck the Persian nobleman with hor-
ror-but fire tipped fingers, writing in
blazing capitals of light, and love, and
victory: God hath wiped away all tears
| from all faces!''